The Fast And The Furious


Prologue: Death Of The Mayor's Son

The engine of the black City Rover roared when Haruka pushed the gas pedal. Looking to the right, the blonde street racer saw her opponent, Tokasha Mishime, the son of Tokyo's mayor, who glared at her. You'll eat dust, Tenoh! the man yelled. Haruka just grinned at him, flicked her hair back and looked forward again, her eyes focusing on the girl who stood in the middle of the long, curvy street. Raising both arms over her head, the girl was ready to give the starting signal. The crowd which stood lined up next to the street fell silent, the only sound being the noise of the heating engines. All of a sudden, the girl threw her arms down, the piece of clothing she held in her right hand flapping through the air. Haruka pushed the gas pedal down and sped away, Tokasha right behind her. The blonde swayed around the first curve, a cloud of dust whirling up. The audience cheered, and a group of teenage girls chanted a little rhyme they had made up for Haruka: Tenoh, Tenoh, our man, I am your biggest fan! Haruka ignored the cheering and the rhymes; her concentration was focused on the street. She knew that the smallest mistake could cost her life. Behind her, Tokasha was gripping the steering wheel of his car, sweat running down his cheeks. Although his Lamborghini had more Horse Powers than Harukas City Rover, the blonde was winning. That can't happen! Tokasha cursed, pushing the gas pedal down even harder then before. All of a sudden, the heck of his car started to sling. Haruka looked into the rearview mirror, only to see that Tokasha was loosing control. Before anyone could react, the mayor's son crashed into a wall, with more than 180 miles per hour. His car exploded, an orange fireball lightening up the darkness of the night.

Mayor Heihachi Mishime slammed his fist down on the desk of the police director, shouting. I want you to make sure that such races never take place again! You know that they are illegal in the first place! No one ever cared about them. The police director, a small, fat, bald man named Ryo Tenchi, shot back. Everyone knew that those races take place each weekend! You just want to stop them because of your son! The mayor glared at him. I want to stop them to keep other young men from killing themselves. He then pressed out between clenched teeth. And I want you to make sure that no one will ever street race in Tokyo again! The police director sighed. Okay, I'll see what I can do. He then said. Satisfied, the mayor nodded and left. Tenchi was left behind, pondering. He didn't want to stop the races; after all, he earned a good amount of money each Saturday by betting on the drivers. Sighing, the bald man pushed the button of his inter phone and asked his secretary to send his best undercover cop up in his office.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and the wanted cop entered the room. Tenchi smiled at the young woman and rose from his chair. Michiru, I'm glad you made it that fast. Michiru Kaioh smiled at her boss, shrugged and took the seat Tenchi offered her. That's my job, Ryo. She informed him while she threw her long, aqua colored hair back over her shoulders. Tenchi chuckled and nodded. I see. Okay, enough small talk. Let's get serious. Michiru gave him a questioning look, and he started to explain. You surely know about the illegal street races that take place each Saturday. Michiru nodded, encouraging Tenchi to speak on. Last Saturday, the mayor's son was killed in one of those races. And now, the mayor wants us to put a stop on those races. Michiru frowned and asked: And how are we supposed to do that? Tenchi shrugged. I have no clue, Michiru. I want you to get into the clique of the racers, undercover, and collect information. At least for the beginning, so the mayor thinks that we do something. Michiru nodded thoughtfully. I see. Okay, when shall I start? Next Saturday. You'll get equipment and the knowledge you need later today. Tenchi replied. Michiru agreed on that and stood up. She was about to leave when Tenchi called out her name. Turning around, the aqua haired woman looked at the director questioningly. Be careful. You know that those street racers don't like cops. Tenchi advised her. Michiru nodded once more and finally left the room.